Last Friday, I tried a new wine. Actually, I chose this wine because of the label. But the wine is good. The taste is sharp and dry, but lovely. I bought it at Trader Joes.
Wine labels fascinate me. The more creative the label the more I am apt to buy that wine. Recently, I tried two different wines: Spin the Bottle and CarniVore. Both diversely different in taste and color.
Spin the Bottle has a label where the light causes the bottle to spin. It is a sweet wine. CarniVore has a black label with a tear through the center as if a carnivore had clawed it’s way through it. The wine is very dark, strong, and definitely full bodied.
Wine is enjoyable. It gives me a sense of sophistication, visions of rolling green hills, and brown horses as if life didn’t have a Google calendar sending text reminders to my phone of things to do and places to go. Of course, my sense of sophistication is partnered with bare feet propped on the coffee table! Not exactly, Vogue, and that doesn’t matter to me. What matters is the time I set aside in the midst of a full life to read, talk, or just relax without any agenda. Life is good when full of things to do, a sense of purpose, but it’s not good if every moment is filled with good things.
Wine labels are like stories or art, picturing the simple things of life, of vineyards, open air, free time and family. Good things better enjoyed together with a glass of wine, bare feet on the coffee table, and lots of cheese.
In listening to the Book of Romans on my ipod shuffle, Romans 14 speaks about not causing your brother to stumble. It struck me.
Ministries use that verse mainly to apply to recovery people. It can also apply to those who are trying to lose weight. When I first began this struggle, the support all came from my husband.
Tony supported me when I said no fast food or restaurants with large portions or buffets. I had to be firm with others when they would want to go someplace that would cause me to stumble. They weren’t changing their lifestyle. Food is something I enjoy and at that time, I wouldn’t enjoy the outing if my weakness constantly challenged my new food discipline. People don’t think about this kind of stumbling.
You can’t eat your salad while someone orders take out pizza. You end up snacking on the pizza. My husband understood that weakness and chose to support me with his eating habits. This has kept his health in great form. Though I am stronger, eating right still has its challenges.
My husband eats on a dinner plate. I eat on a dessert plate. He’s skinny. I struggle. I still don’t eat at restaurants whose portions are too big or places that have buffets. I plan my eating out so my calorie intake doesn’t negatively affect my continuous goal of reaching 145. Persistence has paid off.
Forty-eight pounds later, I have learned discipline. My taste buds have changed. To say no means a better life later. I have learned, in order for someone to successfully do a lifestyle change, the whole household must support the person, too.
So when your friend or family member is trying to lose weight, support them physically by eating what they eat. Don’t order a pizza while they eat a salad. The early part of losing weight is a difficult time for them. Their stomach is still used to eating large and their mind wants what they can’t eat.
How have you supported friends or family when they were trying to get healthy?
Before the heat of summer descended upon us making me reluctant to turn on the oven, I decided to brave making candy on that Saturday.
In the past, my attempts to make candy failed. I used the wrong ingredients or I cooked it too long. Bread and Wine author, Shauna Niequist insists the recipe for Dark Chocolate Sea-Salted Toffee doesn’t need a candy thermometer.
It’s 1 cup of butter, 2 cups of sugar, 1 cup of dark chocolate chips, and 1 teaspoon of coarse sea salt. Her descriptions on page 196 made creating this candy easy. My friends that night loved the toffee. The pop of salt, said my friend, was pleasant.
The treat was consumed over the week, but it does soften if at room temperature too long. Niequist admitted this, and when you live in Arizona, the softening point comes quickly. So store this great treat in the refrigerator when not serving it. Meanwhile, Incourage has a book club study going on right now here.
How many times have I said that I want people to stop over unannounced sometimes (I stress the word sometimes)? Not every time, but sometimes. I used to keep baked goods on hand and fresh tea bags in case someone wanted to stop by to talk, eat, and connect. My husband and I designed our kitchen to be like a coffee house, to encourage people to visit. What happened is reflected by author, Shauna Niequist in her book, Bread and Wine. There is so much here that I can relate to, including the writer part.
Shauna speaks about her friend who owns a beautiful home. Her friend collects hotel silver, presses her napkins, and Shauna has never seen her home, “less than sparkling. Ever.”
She came in and hugged me and sat on the couch in our kitchen, and we chatted about various things–her work, my work, our kids. And I tried not to absolutely freak out. I hope she didn’t notice that I practically developed a facial tic while we chatted.
This is the thing: it was an unannounced stopover. While I was writing. When I am writing at home, it’s as though I am a homebound invalid. No makeup, hair in a ratty bun just above my forehead. Crooked glasses, Aaron’s gym socks. I’m not suggesting I was just a little ragged around the edges; I was terrifying. My brother had given me a sailing shirt, one of those half-zips made of some sort of wicking fabric. I thought it would make me look a little sporty; it makes me look like a forty-eight-year-old athletic director at a small women’s college.
Let’s talk for a moment about my home during that fateful visit. First, the smell: my whole house smelled because I hadn’t done the dishes for days. Many, many days. There are reasons for this, of course, but when someone’s standing in your kitchen, it’s hard to explain the breakfast dishes on the coffee table, the popcorn bits all over the rug, and the smell–heavens, the smell!–of dirty dishes in the sink.
This is the shame double whammy–my body and my house. It was almost physically painful. But this is the thing: she’s my friend. And even though having her sit right in the middle of my house mess set off every shame alarm I have, I stayed there, perched on my couch, listening and talking.
Just the week before, she and I had been talking about the writing I was doing, and I was telling her that while I’m writing about food, what I’m finding is that a lot of it is about shame, about the ways we feel inferior, and because of those feelings, we hide. And of course, it’s all fun and games to talk about these those ideas, and then the next thing you know, you’re in your husband’s gym socks and your kitchen stinks. You’ve got a chance to practice what you’re preaching, and you’re breaking out in hives.
I felt within myself the desire to shoo her out, to hide, to keep her from the disorder that is my real, actual life some days. But I took a deep breath, and she sat there listening to me across my dirty coffee table, and we talked about community and family and authenticity. It’s easy to talk about it, and really, really hard sometimes to practice it.
Shauna really takes us to the heart of hospitality here. All of the above is what I have felt, done, and struggled with. My family might remember the times when I wanted a half an hour warning before they came over to hurry and hide the undone dishes, spray some air freshener into the air, and make sure I could treat my family with all the love of hospitality. I agree with Shauna for these next reasons why most of us do not entertain and come together in fellowship:
This is why the door stays closed for so many of us, literally and figuratively. One friend promises she’ll start having people over when they finally have money to remodel. Another says she’d be too nervous that people wouldn’t eat the food she made, so she never makes the invitation.
But it isn’t about perfection, and it isn’t about performance. You’ll miss the richest moments in life–the sacred moments when we feel God’s grace and presence through the actual faces and hands of the people we love–if you’re too scared or too ashamed to open the door. I know it’s scary, but throw open the door anyway, even though someone might see you in your terribly ugly half-zip.
I don’t want to hear from the people whose house is always Home and Garden perfect (bless you for your beauty!), but from those of us, like me and my husband who struggle to keep the house clean and balance work and family in this crazy ride we call life. Be brave. Is your house always picture perfect? What do you think of Shauna’s words?
This is part one of my review of Bread and Wine: A Love Letter to Life Around the Table With Recipes, published by Zondervan. This excerpt was done with permission from page 108-109.
As you know, I now only blog Monday through Friday here. But on the Whine and Cheese Blog I write on food, beer, and wine and about those who serve them. Recently, I interviewed Kat Schaeffer from Steamboat Springs, Colorado as my initial blog post in a special Sunday edition on September 30. This week I have posted recipes of my own invention, inspired by the professionals. The Whine and Cheese Blog posts Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.
Happy Friday to you all! Are there any prayer requests?
Whine and Cheese Girl
I am a middle class girl on a shoestring budget. Whine and Cheese Girl was created to reach out to the lay person–the person who works five plus days a week and lives on a shoestring budget like me. This economy makes it difficult to have the finer things in life like a good bottle of wine or a fine beer. Even worse, some of us are at the grocery store with a filet minon in one hand and ground beef in the other. We weigh our options as we shop. We try to make the best out of a bad situation, to create something fine at home in our kitchens because going out to eat maybe happens once a month.
If you’re like me, your grand night out is a coffee shop and board games with the hubby.
In addition, my blog will be celebrating with Hope Fest AZ by featuring a blog tour of Andrea Palpant Dilley’s, “Faith and Other Flat Tires,” beginning July 13 with my review and a sample chapter, and ending on July 14 with a guest post from Andrea. At the festival, I’ll be offering via a drawing a free copy of “Faith and Other Flat Tires,” gratus from the publisher with a $5 Cupper’s Coffee House gift certificate. If you stop by our booth anytime between noon and 2 PM on July 14, you will have an opportunity to put your name into the drawing.
At 2 PM, I will draw one name out of the box and contact the winner. You don’t have to be present to win. As long as you put the appropriate contact number down and write legibly, I can call you to make arrangements for pick up. Exempt from this drawing are any family members related to Tony or Nikki Hahn. I’ll also be having a limited amount of goody bags available free. So come on down, meet our authors, and enjoy what promises to be a beautiful day in Prescott, AZ.
Authors Available as of June 29, 2012:
Local author Diane B. Jacobs will be one of the authors representing Northern Arizona Wordweavers Christian authors at the Hopefest AZ event on July 14th at the Prescott Courthouse Square. Diane will be on hand to answer questions and to sign her gluten free cookbook, “Delicious! The Very Best of Gluten Free & Wheat Free Cooking”, A homestyle recipe collection for celiacs and wheat sensitive folks, from 12PM to 6PM on that date. Her cookbook is available at Amazon.com and also at her informational website, http://www.celiacdiseaseinfo.org. Diane is also the author of two blogs:
In addition, Diane will be debuting her non-fiction story: “Heaven Revealed”, the true story about her mother’s near-death experience and brief visit to heaven while she was in intensive care.
Willow Dressel, blogger at http://creation-thewrittentruth.blogspot.com/ will be present to answer any creation science questions.
As more authors report in, I will be updating this post at a later date. If you’re one of my readers, I’d love to meet you. Come on down that weekend and say hello. There will also be pamphlets and other information about Word Weavers and the Christian Writers Guild. We’ll be on hand to answer your questions.
You can read my interview of Jaye Lene Long, Project Coordinator for Hope Fest AZ on July 6.
“These meats are so expensive!” She complains very loudly.
Her friend says something, but I can’t quite hear him. The slicing machine continues to whir as the deli attendant worked diligently with his back hunched and his left hand catching the sliced meats as they fell from the blade.
The woman walks over to the display next to the deli. “We’ll get these meats. Those at the counter are way too expensive. In fact, we’ll get Sargento cheese instead. It’s cheaper.”
The clerk doesn’t react as he places the meat on the scale. His fingers punch in a code. His dark eyes go to the couple and return again to the scale. I smiled extra big to him and said a little prayer for him that his day goes much smoother and he doesn’t have to deal with people like that woman.
The first thing my family taught me was not to yell out that something was expensive. Many times I’ll show Tony a price tag and raise my eyebrows, but I never insult the clerks that their products are over-priced. Personally, I really don’t think my grocery store is overpriced. The food is good quality. The meats in the other display case are the same price as in the deli case.
I’m frequently surprised over the years at the lack of common sense and grace. Even friends I know I have had to shush when they have unthinkingly blurted out that a product was too expensive. I believe every clerk deserves respect for the product they represent.
It is more polite to simply look and walk away. I left that day grateful for learning that lesson.
Have you ever said really loudly that something was too expensive?
The owner has graciously declined an interview for this segment of Touring Arizona Coffee Houses: Havens for Writers. Her friendly attitude earn this place as a great place to write, drink coffee, and enjoy homemade treats.
Someone asked me, “Where is Wild Iris Cafe?”
It’s a small cafe hidden away on Granite Street near Prescott Unified School District. Granite Street runs behind Whiskey Row. Wild Iris sits on the banks of Granite Creek. Their windows overlook the shaded walking path along the creek. The shop sits in a beautiful adobe-like plaza with a shaded patio and rustic shop.
There are numerous tables, traditional living room chairs and couches, a coffee table, and plenty of outlets. The Wi-Fi is password protected and there are free refills of regular coffee. Wild Iris also has a coffee card, pies and baked goods that you can specially order, and light lunch items. You can also buy their specially roasted coffee or loose leaf tea and a vareity of unique items from their shelves.
One day I ordered a “Special Caramel Machiatto,” and what I got was art.
On New Years Eve, my husband and I each ordered a different cheesecake. I ordered the chocolate cheesecake and he ordered the pumpkin cheesecake; all made from scratch. The chocolate cheesecake was good, but not as good as the pumpkin cheesecake. The chocolate wasn’t chocolaty enough, but the pumpkin was creamy and tangy.
Oftentimes, I come here to write or read. The other day I ordered a Cherry Muffin. The hasty decision came in my indecision. I was next in line under a time constraint, but every bite was worth it. My mouth relished the sweet, large cherries baked into the coffee cake-like treat.
I’d rate this place five-stars. The clerks are friendly and seem to love their job. There are plenty of places to sit and lots of outlets. No one bothers you as you work, and the conversations around are quite stimulating.